... Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder Where it's so white as snow Privately divided by a world so undecided And there's nowhere to go ...
...But I keep only comin' here and standing in this state Oh and I'm never really sure if you'll take what I'm saying the right way But I'm not appalled or afraid verbal pocket play Is as discreet as I can muster up to be...
"here comes that sun again. And (that) means another day without you my friend. And it hurts me to look into the mirror at myself. And it hurts even more to have to be with somebody else"